IS OF NOTHING; OR 



Pise. Nay, I will not be worse than my word, you shall 

 not want my song, and I hope I shall be perfect in it 



VENATOR. And I hope the like for my catch, which I have 

 ready too, and therefore let 's go merrily to supper, and then 

 have a gentle touch at singing and drinking ; but the last with 

 moderation. 



CORIDON. Come, now for your song, for we have fed heartily. 

 Come Hostess, lay a few more sticks on the fire, and now sing 

 when you will. 



Pise. Well then, here 's to you, Coridon ; and now for my 

 song. 



Oh ! the gallant fisher's life, 

 It is the best of any, 

 'Tis full of pleasure, void of strife, 

 And 'tis beloved by many: 



Other joys 



Are but toys, 



Only this 



Lawful is, 



For our skill 



Breeds no ill, 

 But content and pleasure. 



In a morning up we rise, 

 Ere Aurora's peeping, 

 Drink a cup to wash our eyes, 

 Leave the sluggard sleeping: 



Then we go 



To and fro, 



With our knacks 



At our backs, 



To such streams 



As the Thames, 

 If we have the leisure. 



When we please to walk abroad 

 For our recreation, 

 In the fields is our abode, 

 Full of delectation. 



Where in a brook 



With a hook, 



Or a lake, 



Fish we take, 



There we sit, 



For a bit, 



Till we fish entangle. 

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